We have a new mailman in our neighborhood, and this one's great!
All the previous mailmen who serviced our area before were cranky SOBs, hell-bent on throwing the mail any which way, in or out of the mailbox depending on their mood of the moment, delivering registered mail without getting the slip signed, delivering mail in the wrong mailboxes... that sort of thing. To be fair, they're not paid a lot, they're overworked, and they usually make a point of doing their job as worst they can out of frustration. I can understand, but still... annoying.
So, a week before flying abroad last week, I ordered a bunch of Nordic Vapour Terva juice bottles, because I could see I'd run out around the time I'd come back. There was a 50/50 chance I'd get the juice before leaving, but it didn't show up. So I left, expecting to find a delivery notice in the mailbox upon my return, or the parcel shoved unceremoniously inside the mailbox, or the parcel sitting soaking wet on my lawn, or something like that.
When I got back yesterday, I found nothing in the mailbox or on the lawn. Strange... I emailed the juice vendor: they told me it had been sent out. I called the post office: they told me to get lost, more or less.
Today, the mailman showed up and delivered my parcel. "Just in time" I said "I was about to run out of the stuff I've ordered in that parcel. But it's strange that it should show up over 2 weeks after ordering. Usually it takes 5 working days."
"Oh, that's normal" he replied, "you told me you'd be gone, so I held on to it until you returned, so you wouldn't have to go pick it up at the post office."
Wow, not only did he remember I was gone, he also remembered the date I'd come back, and he went out of his way to make things easier for me. Totally unexpected! The Belgian postal service will soon get a letter of praise from me about this guy.
But wait till you hear the punchline: I thanked him profusely of course, and as he was leaving, he asked: "Is it good?"
"What is good?"
"Well, the juice you've ordered. It's electronic cigarette juice, right?"
I was floored. "How do you know?"
"Just a hunch. Good day to you Sir!" and he left, grinning from ear to ear.
We have a great mailman
All the previous mailmen who serviced our area before were cranky SOBs, hell-bent on throwing the mail any which way, in or out of the mailbox depending on their mood of the moment, delivering registered mail without getting the slip signed, delivering mail in the wrong mailboxes... that sort of thing. To be fair, they're not paid a lot, they're overworked, and they usually make a point of doing their job as worst they can out of frustration. I can understand, but still... annoying.
So, a week before flying abroad last week, I ordered a bunch of Nordic Vapour Terva juice bottles, because I could see I'd run out around the time I'd come back. There was a 50/50 chance I'd get the juice before leaving, but it didn't show up. So I left, expecting to find a delivery notice in the mailbox upon my return, or the parcel shoved unceremoniously inside the mailbox, or the parcel sitting soaking wet on my lawn, or something like that.
When I got back yesterday, I found nothing in the mailbox or on the lawn. Strange... I emailed the juice vendor: they told me it had been sent out. I called the post office: they told me to get lost, more or less.
Today, the mailman showed up and delivered my parcel. "Just in time" I said "I was about to run out of the stuff I've ordered in that parcel. But it's strange that it should show up over 2 weeks after ordering. Usually it takes 5 working days."
"Oh, that's normal" he replied, "you told me you'd be gone, so I held on to it until you returned, so you wouldn't have to go pick it up at the post office."
Wow, not only did he remember I was gone, he also remembered the date I'd come back, and he went out of his way to make things easier for me. Totally unexpected! The Belgian postal service will soon get a letter of praise from me about this guy.
But wait till you hear the punchline: I thanked him profusely of course, and as he was leaving, he asked: "Is it good?"
"What is good?"
"Well, the juice you've ordered. It's electronic cigarette juice, right?"
I was floored. "How do you know?"
"Just a hunch. Good day to you Sir!" and he left, grinning from ear to ear.
We have a great mailman
